A|N: Alrighty and here it is!!! I would like to thank MichelleBella220 for her review. I hope everyone is enjoying the story so far. I think this Chapter is better than the last. But you tell me Please read and review!!!

CHAPTER 3:

His obsession with finding Achilles and the survivors of Troy was ripping his mind apart. Everyone could see it, but they didn't try and stop it, they watched as Agamemnon pulled his hair out and screamed at the sky strings of profanity. Secretly, the Greeks wanted him to fall apart, the hated his leadership. But this way there wouldn't be a reason for mutiny, he would just go crazy.

As Achilles' group trudged their way through the desert, their time seemed to become longer with each passing day.

It was getting late, the sky was being swallowed be darkness and Achilles decided they needed to stop. They had been on the move for 2 days straight, only taking breaks to sleep and eat. The younger men had taken shifts carrying Helen until she woke up and complained about being treated unfairly. Achilles hadn't listened and instead, she was still being carried.

"Make them put me down" she hissed with anger laced in her voice.

"Not a chance, I bet you can't even stand up straight" He knew she couldn't, she was hurt in the battle he remembered when he carried her out of Troy that her leg was bleeding.

"Put me down then!" she practically screamed at Achilles. Achilles turned and looked at the man who was holding her with a tight grip.

"Put her down" he said directly to the man, not even looking at Helen.

The man reluctantly obliged, setting Helen on her feet. She stood there for a moment looking like she'd just one a battle with no men on her side. Then she felt the searing pain that spread throughout her leg like she had been struck by lightning. She cried out in pain and fell to the ground rolling on her back.

"I told you so" Achilles said with a smirk, but then regretted what he'd said after he saw he face, her beautiful, perfect, face.

Achilles turned his attention to the Trojans and said "Set up a fire, we are camping here".

People scattered around preparing camp. Achilles walked over and knelt besides Helen. She stared at him with pained eyes.

"Can you walk?" he asked with a kind voice.

She just stared at him with disbelieving eyes. Of course I can't walk…are you feeble-minded!? She thought to herself.

She could barely speak, she squeaked out "no" and felt his strong arms wrap around her tiny frame.

He picked her up and she laid her head on his shoulder, she liked the feel of his strong arms around her, they even felt better than Paris'. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he carried her to his tent; it wasn't set up so he set Helen down and got to work.

He had a large tent, she realized as Achilles finished setting it up. It looked like it could fit 10 people inside. It was red and had golden designs embedded into its material. He lugged a pack into the tent and for the first time she wondered where he'd gotten it.

"Where did you get that pack of yours?" she asked.

Achilles let out a soft chuckle. "It's mine if that's what you're asking" he referred to the fact that she thought it might be someone else's.

To Helen the fact that he might've stolen it had never crossed her mind. But she left it at that and didn't say much else until he announced that she could stay with him and Briseis.

"No she can't darling" sounded an eerily nice voice. Briseis appeared out of nowhere her long flowing gown billowing in the breeze.

Achilles started to argue but Helen spoke up before a fight emerged. "its fine Achilles, I'll just stay with someone else tonight"

Achilles looked up at Briseis and asked "Can you wrap her leg, I have some cloth in my bag"

"Of course" Briseis answered, even though she didn't want to help this woman.

Achilles disappeared inside his tent for a moment and came out with a black cloth. He handed the cloth to Briseis and vanished inside his tent again.

"Come to bed when you're done" he called with no emotion in his voice.

Achilles was getting tired of Briseis' over-protective behavior. He had only known her for a short amount of time, and already the bad began to out-weigh the good. He was still engulfed in his thoughts when Briseis came into his tent.

She saw him lying back on the mat he had set up for himself, and crawled up onto his lap, her fingers tracing patterns in his chest until he finally snapped out of his trance. She smiled mischievously at him.

"Achilles" she purred.

"No" he said finally, and gently pushed her off of him. "Not right now".

She pouted for a while, but he ignored her and turned on his side to sleep. It's all her fault thought Briseis. She shouldn't be here, she should be dead. I won't help her next time, he shall have to do it himself.

That night was the night Briseis began to hate Helen.

A|N: So… please tell me what you think!!! I really appreciate reviews Anyways, thanks for reading this chapter. Love you readers!!!

Savannah